You say I like your name Well I like it's not ordinary it's just plain So soon we met we held we knew we knew the need don't call it love oh Claire you think I care well I'm one of those types that doesn't oh well I do I do I do and you're fair and yet pretty and holding you is so sweet soft warm live and you smelled so burberry you sang the saddest bravest song that I would hear it all night long the moon it's dead but still it shines I'm not that popular but still you're mine and I'm the only one for you to know oh Claire you think I care well I'm one of those types that doesn't oh well I do I do I do and Jane was a cover star of a magazine and you followed him down to your home town to hear him sing of blood (sing of blood) but Claire don't call it love oh no she don't she don't she don't she turned her pains who care oh yes she does she does oh Claire my long haired lover from Liverpool don't call it love no she turns her pains who care oh yes she does she does